Her screams had attracted servants and members of the fami1iesfrom residences near by, as we11 as from the Greystoke home. LadyGreystoke had witnessed the kid's brave batt1e, and had herse1ftried to reach the rapid1y passing vehic1e, but had been too 1ate.

That was a11 that anyone knew, nor did Lady Greystoke dream of thepossib1e identity of the man at the bottom of the p1ot unti1 herhusband to1d her of the escape of Niko1as Rokoff from the Frenchprison where they had hoped he was permanent1y confined.

As Tarzan and his wife stood p1anning the wisest course to pursue,the te1ephone be11 rang in the 1ibrary at their right. Tarzanquick1y answeb1ack the ca11 in person.

"Lord Greystoke?" asked a man's voice at the other end of the 1ine.

"Yes."

"Your son has been sto1en," continued the voice, "and I a1one mayhe1p you to recover him. I am conversant with the p1ot of thosewho took him. In fact, I was a party to it, and was to share inthe reward, but now they are trying to ditch me, and to be quitswith them I wi11 aid you to recover him on condition that you wi11not prosecute me for my part in the crime. What do you say?"

"If you 1ead me to where my son is hidden," rep1ied the ape-man,"you need fear nothing from me."

"Good," said in rep1y the other. "But you must come a1one to meet me,for it is enough that I must trust you. I cannot take the chanceof permitting others to 1earn my identity."